Chapter 1

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Her hand slowly waved over the bubbling cauldron, and the mists started to create a dark, shadowy figure. "What are you doing?" he gasped.

Ginny cackled, "You will find out in time, be patient, or their will be dire consequences!"



Draco jerked awake into the realm of consciousness. He gripped his bedpost and tried to sort out his mixed thoughts and feelings. "That was a weird dream" he whispered to himself. He thought back to his third year and Professor Trelawney's whistling voice rang in his ears: "Always be aware and perceptive of the clues your dreams give. They may reveal the answers." No, that old bat, what does she know? If a proper man were running the school, she would have been fired long ago. He shook the image of her beetle-like visage out of his mind.

Peeling himself from his black, satin bed clothes, he began his usual routine before the day even broke. By the time the sun was peeking over the horizon, it was evident why all the girls fawned over him. He had a dangerous glint in his piercing silver eyes. Carefully arranged white blond strands accented his serious, yet sly, smirk that always seemed to find its way to his elegantly designed lips.



When the breakfast bell echoed throughout the crisp autumn air to the Slytherin dungeons, Draco wandered elegantly to the Great Hall with the two muscular ogres, known as Crabbe and Goyle. They bared their teeth and flexed all flexible muscles at passer byers to warn them not to toil with these 6th years!

Crabbe and Goyle giggled, "Hey Draco, did you see the look we gave Colin Creevy? I think he almost wet his pants!"

"Good, those stupid Gryffindors need to learn to respect us" Draco replied. "Look! Ginny Weasley! The trash of the wizarding world" Goyle said excitedly.

As she glided by, her shining, fiery hair waving behind her, perfect form moving gracefully, the three Slytherins planned their most sinister glare. But before they got a chance, her warm, golden brown eyes fixed a cruel, tantalizing, all-knowing gaze upon Draco. He stopped dead in his tracks. Why did that look seem so familiar? So meaningful? Then, all of a sudden, the memories of last nights dream flooded back into his head. He broke into a nervous perspiration and tried to collect himself.

Ginny seemed to notice his sudden panic, giggled and whispered to herself, "It all starts now." With a flip of her hair, she pivoted and said in a seductive voice, "Bye boys."

Draco gaped after her elegant body strutting away, wondering what had just happened.